Chapter 156 Fear that the world will not be chaotic
These words happened to be heard by Wang Pu.
He glanced at the scholar, and sarcastically said: "Tsk tsk, listen to the sour taste in this sentence, I'm afraid it's because I ate too many sour plums."
Pei Yi coughed lightly, reminded her in a low voice, "It's 'sour grapes'."
Wang Pu was stunned for a mont, and asked in a low voice seriously: "Didn't you say plums are sour if you can't eat plums?"
Pei Yi couldn't help laughing, and whispered: "If you can't eat grapes, you say grapes are sour."
Wang Pu was greatly shocked, but he was greatly puzzled.
He frowned, and muttered softly to himself: "How can the grapes be sour? They should be plums..."
The other end.
The scholar who was ridiculed by Wang Pu blushed.
He poked his neck in support of himself and said: "If Pei Sanlang is really doing the right thing, then he will try his own Confucianism. If he is also good at Confucianism, then I, Sun, will be convinced!"
The scholar on the side glanced at him, and whispered: "Then Sun Silang is also in the third class—seeing that Pei Yi is going to win the bet, I can't sit still."
"Isn't that so?" A group of first-class and second-class scholars watched the commotion irrelevantly, and sneered gossipingly, "If I rember correctly, if those in the third class lose to Pei Sanlang, they are going to kneel down and apologize to Pei Sanlang's bookboy."
"Pfft..." Soone gloated and couldn't hold back a smile imdiately, "It seems that not only kneeling down, but everyone seems to have to write a thousand-word letter of criticism and apology."
Everyone's faces were full of excitent, as if they were watching the fun and not thinking it was a big deal.
Soone reminded in a low voice: "How do I rember that Pei Sanlang asked the loser to slap himself and apologize verbally to the book boy?"
Everyone beca happier imdiately.
Everyone wants to see such a "grand event".
Pei Yi glanced at a group of students who were either nervous or excited, nodded calmly and smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll add a test of classics."
Since the theory of strategy has been added, she might as well take the test of Confucianism, so that the group of people who have been questioning her have nothing to talk about.
"At the request of classmate Pei, we have now taken out the spare volu of Confucian classics." Dean Jia walked up to the scholars, showed everyone the sealed pocket containing the test papers, and announced with a serious face, "Everyone present, please check this paper. Exam papers—never opened, never leaked."
While he was saying these words, the boys had already brought a chair and put it in front of the desk, bowed down respectfully and raised their hands and said, "Student Pei, please sit down."
Pei Yi raised her brows slightly, and sat down with a half-smile.
"Oh, the treatnt of the top students and the poor students is really up to the sky, and the other is up to the ground." Wang Pu, who saw the situation on the side, couldn't help but sighed, "Just now, Saburo didn't even have a chair. But he As soon as the good grades co out, the academy imdiately arranges a seat for him. Hey, you said that no matter whether Saburo's grades are good or not, he is still a student of the academy, shouldn't the academy provide him with a chair?"
Qisha silently listened to Wang Pu's complaints, his face remained unchanged.
He was noncommittal, but he was disdainful in his heart.
To be honest, he doesn't know what this dude surnad Wang ate to grow up, and he speaks so innocently.
As long as you co from the Jianghu, which place doesn't it look like a dish?
If you are incapable, you will only deserve to be bullied.
Academy is the sa.
Compared in the arena is your ability to make money, your network power; compared in the academy is your talent and academic performance.
If your grades are not good, it ans that you are not strong enough, and people around you will look down on you.
If you think others are snobbish, then I'm really sorry, this is the way it is in this world—people who have no strength will be bullied and cruel.
The other end.
Pei Yi turned her already sore wrist, and took the Langham Place on the brush washer into her hand.
However, when it was ti to use it, she discovered that the ink in the inkstone hadn't been ground well.
Dean Jia and others also discovered this problem.
If it was before, they didn't even bother to care about it.
But now, Pei Sanlang is the seed player of their Sandalwood Academy—in the future, if Pei Sanlang really enters the imperial examination, he will win glory for their Sandalwood Academy.
At that ti, the tide of Sandalwood Academy will rise, the source of students will be better, and the treatnt of masters will be better.
Thinking of this, Dean Jia quickly winked at his valet.
Wu Xiaosi walks in front of Dean Jia all year round, and has seen so many scenes, big and small, how can he not understand what his master ans.
He hurriedly trotted to Pei Yi, smiled respectfully and said: "Master Jia, Dean Jia ordered the younger one to grind it for you, please don't dislike him."
These words are to help Dean Jia show his favor to Pei Yi.
Pei Yi is busy answering the questions now, and doesn't bother to care about these people's petty thoughts. She nodded and smiled perfunctorily: "Then I'll have to thank Master Wu."
But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a shadow cast on herself and the desk.
Imdiately afterwards, a cool voice rang above her head: "I'll grind for the third master."
Pei Yi's thoughts moved slightly, and when she looked up, she really saw Seven Kills.
The one who ca was Seven Kills.
His face is so recognizable that it is impossible for anyone who has seen him once to forget it.
What's more, his aura is extrely terrifying, and others are even more impressed with him because of this subtle fear.
As a result, even though Wu Xiaosi had only seen Qisha from a distance once, but now that Qisha was standing in front of him, he still recognized at a glance that it was Pei Sanlang's face-oh, no, it should be called book boy.
Wu Xiaosi was trembling all over, and quickly smiled flatteringly: "The little one won't work for the third master."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry, as if he was afraid that Qi Sha would draw his sword and cut him down.
Pei Yi couldn't help feeling a little funny.
She pursed her lips and suppressed a smile, shook her head, then looked back at Qi Sha.
Originally, she wanted to say sothing to make fun of the other party, but Qisha lowered her eyes and grinded seriously, her appearance was so serious that Pei Yi suddenly felt that she had nothing to say.
She turned her gaze back to the test paper.
The test papers of Confucianism have never been too difficult.
Those so-called analysis questions are actually nothing more than answering the official orthodoxy—after all, they rely on so rote questions. As long as you morize them, you will hardly lose points.
The only thing that can be considered difficult may be that the amount of questions is not small. If you don’t rember a place well, and you think about it for a while, you may not have ti to answer other questions—maybe you don’t even have ti to read them.
So, during the ti when Qisha was grinding, Pei Yi took the opportunity to quickly browse through the test papers, and roughly determined that there were no questions that she couldn't answer by herself.
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